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By iShoot

The Awakening

When my heart awakened,
Beloved,
like a sweet, delicate, quiet unveiling
No one was there to witness
this right (of) passage
except You
No fanfare
No celebration
No announcement in the newspapers
Like they do with a physical death or birth or wedding
And yet this was all three.

Taylor Kingsley

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